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The blow so long expected, yet so eagerly and hopefully scoffed at with obstinate persistency, falls at last (all too soon) upon the Towers. Perhaps it is not the very final blow that when it comes must shatter to atoms all the old home-ties, and the tender links that youth has forged, but it is certainly a cruel shaft, that touches the heart strings, making them quiver. The first thin edge of the wedge has been inserted: the sword trembles to its fall: c'est le commencement de la fin.,"Then you didn't go out much in Ireland?" she says, thinking it more graceful to change the conversation at this point.,"Not clever," says Mona. "If I were clever I should not take for granted—as I always do—that what people say they must mean. I myself could not wear a double face.","Yes; I am that most despicable of all things, a third son.","She is out," says Lady Rodney, in a compressed tone.,"Yes. I forgive you," she says, almost in a whisper, with a seriousness that amounts to solemnity.,"Yes, exactly; you have it by heart; but what does it mean, and what are you staring at that wall for?" asks he, hopelessly, going to her side.,At this Mona and Geoffrey break into silent laughter, being overcome by the insinuation about lying.,"I think I see myself behind Mazerin, at this time of day," says Mr. Rodney, heartlessly. "You don't catch me at it, if I know it. I'm not sure what horse I shall have, but I trust to Thomas to give me a good one. For the last time, good-by, you amiable young goose, and don't expect me till I come.","Mrs. Rodney will not mind wasting a quarter of an hour on an old woman," says the duchess, equably.,Thus Doatie, looking preternaturally wise, but faintly puzzled at her own view of the question.,Lights are blazing, fiddles are sounding; all the world is abroad to-night. Even still, though the ball at the Towers has been opened long since by Mona and the Duke of Lauderdale, the flickering light of carriage-lamps is making the roads bright, by casting tiny rays upon the frosted ground..